. . the wee angel . . . ahhh . . . ahhhh . . . ahhhhh . . .– Yeahsss . . . swallay! I’m farting oot loads ay gas, it’s burning my eyes. The power of that Lauriston Place Curry Hoose’s vindaloo!She’s swallayin rather than spitting. I feel like I’m going to pass out as I pump it into her. There’s a...
Thinkin aboot her heart-melting smile and that sexy, concentrated frown when she evaluates books and the comments made by lecturers. Whenever she comes into a room, ma spirits soar. What ah feel is delight, pure and simple. Our life is all passionate kisses and soft wells of laughter. Ah love wat...
